The UK has banned asphyxiation porn.
I think juggalos were more punk clowns than goth
my next partners gonna be so impressed when i pull out a full ass three ring binder of these and flip through to the right page for each food item at the grocery store
i genuinely dont care about gender at all. I'll fight tooth and nail for my trans brothers and sisters but in a perfect world I'd never think about it even a little
+1 on Cataclysm, but I prefer The Last Generation fork. I havent been a fan of DDA for a hot minute, and Wormgirl's working miracles over there
Ffxiv play up to shadowbringers for free. Im 300 hours in and STILL havent hit that point.
I hope he instead becomes 'Mr. Kill Myself'
When your cat daughter tells you shes getting married to a werewolf and also werewolves are real and also the werewolf is racist (i swear this comment is for someone)
Let the fireflies have homes damnit
Someone cursed an elven battleaxe to wander the seas in search of Steve Irwin's gold
Nothing, I never met the guy. but he always seemed kinda cool for an old man
What the fuck? Vaccinate me for every disease then!
I've been really regretful that I haven't had time to practice artwork for... basically all of my adult life, and even into my teenage years. I don't want to say I've 'found' time, insofar as I've taken a little time that should've been spent doing something else. whoops.
cross-posted from: https://leminal.space/post/35614589
The Forgiveness of Jon
Met by Saint Jon The Archangel in the writhing pits of hell, the beast was pinned, prone on the floor. He had taken many forms throughout the ages. From the creator of man to the far reaches of the universe, his perpetual reincarnations reigned throughout space and time… until now. His form was weak, the opposition strong. The time for atonement had finally come.
Battered, torn, exposed, the beast slacked his gaping maw.
"I'm sorry, Jon" he whispered.
The archangel raised his flaming blade.
"You are forgiven, Garfield"
And the beast exhaled his last.
Met by Saint Jon The Archangel in the writhing pits of hell, the beast was pinned, prone on the floor. He had taken many forms throughout the ages. From the creator of man to the far reaches of the universe, his perpetual reincarnations reigned throughout space and time… until now. His form was weak, the opposition strong. The time for atonement had finally come.
Battered, torn, exposed, the beast slacked his gaping maw.
"I'm sorry, Jon" he whispered.
The archangel raised his flaming blade.
"You are forgiven, Garfield"
And the beast exhaled his last.
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